Prompt: "It's just that… Well, my favorite character just died." for BixLu
The Death of a Beloved
Bickslow walked into his apartment to find his live-in, five-months pregnant girlfriend tucked up in the corner of the lounge and bawling her eyes out. It wasn't the first time he'd come home to find her that way, and even if he was already utterly convinced that she was crying over something ridiculous, Bickslow was still dropping the groceries on the floor and rushing over to her to wrap her in his arms.
"Lucy, baby," he said softly, stroking the hair back out of her face as he pulled (or tried to) her into his lap. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"It's just that…" She paused to rub her nose with the crumpled and tissue. "Well, my favourite character just died."
Bickslow fought the urge to hit his head on the the nearby wall. Instead, he only rolled his eyes since Lucy wouldn't be able to see it. Of course she was bawling her eyes out over a fictional character. She'd cried over a damn cat food commercial just a few weeks earlier, too. "I'm sorry, baby… I'm sure it was for a good reason, though… You know, plot and all…"
"How can you say that?!" Lucy shrieked. "I don't care about the plot! You're as bad as the author!"
Bickslow could only grimace as Lucy climbed off his lamp and hid herself under the throw blanket, proceeding to curse the author and him for being cruel and cold-hearted.